Sunday, October 22, 2017

To Seguin From San Marcos

We are on the road.




It is pretty country, with the occasional junkyard. 




Traffic is not too bad.




You do spend a lot of time waiting at train crossings.


 You wait and you wait.

But now we are in Seguin, a city with traffic lights at every intersection, or so it seems.




I had not seen Seguin in many years. I remembered nothing. Nothing seemed familiar.




If I never see Seguin again, I would be OK with that.
 Now we are looking at land that used to be in the family. I remember it only vaguely.

 Back in Seguin.

Leaving Seguin, now.



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